i can express nothing.
except the nothingness.
although, there must be something there if i can talk about it, right?
you would be right, but it's only my thoughts.
my lack thereof.
it's not that i can't think. i have many ideas that need to be known; so many words that need to be said. stories i need to vicariously live through.
my brain is a jumble of words and phrases that don't go together. pieces of ideas. i can't decipher between my real world and my fantasy.
dissatisfaction deep in my bones, but at the very top of my head. the tip of my tongue. my toes to my nose. from here to there and everywhere in between.
i don't know what i know, nor what i don't know. i don't know how or why. i know who, but not when. and i definitely don't know which one.
if you replace the 'w' with a 't' in where, what, and when, you get the answer.
if you replaced my brain with a potato chip, no one would tell the difference.
"never say never." i will not ever.
